You stand, frozen, in front of your enemy. He's sitting on a chair his hands on your hips, holding you still.

Your ex is sitting at the table behind you. You start to look over your shoulder.

"Don't you dare." Logan orders, voice low. You look at Logan instead, anxiety eating you.

"Come here." he mumbles, pulling you towards him, until your in his lap. He grabs your chin, tilting your head to him, before you can look at your ex. "Eyes on me, sweetheart, or this won't work." Logan says, leaning closer. "Kiss me." he whispers.

You do, pulling back breathlessly, as Logan looks at you darkly. "He's not getting you back." he says, firmly.